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Demonic possession Heart Summers&Flassche

She set him down in the cave with a pitiful look, she never understood why humans tried to be tough. Or even brave for that matter, it only landed them in a hellish pain or capture. Still she guessed that he had done his job and for that she needed to help him. She didn't know why she suddenly felt a compassion in her. It was a strange sensation that she'd never experienced before than. Moving over to him she set her hand on his body urging her blood to course through him faster. Healing him with a demons speed rather than a humans pace.

She watched as he tossed and turned and looked to his hand, seeing the demon blood spreading rapidly. She feared that it wouldn't belong before the poor young man would be consumed with the dark blood he so arrogantly taken. Looking down at her own hand she noticed that the human blood was spreading a tad to. Not as fast as his curse but to much for her liking, she knew she would start to feel and that was something a demon warrior couldn't have. When he woke with a start she looked to him shaking her head. "It's about time your pathetic ass got up," she growled at him.

It was when he gave his command so powerfully did she have to take a moment to think. His blood was coursing with more power, his leadership growing stronger. Looking to him she couldn't help her grin before she stood looking to him. "I'd watch your voice if I was you," she warned him throwing her blade up on her shoulder before exiting the cave. Moving to head towards the war ground whether he was leading or not.
 
The due moved past the fallen scouts, even the horses did not get out alive. The very sight seemed to cheer up his companion, she even hummed a strange tune. Glancing left and right he found a few things he wanted. Two almost identical twin daggers, a few dozen arrows, some food and water. He repacked and proceeded to make his path towards the east. His companion sometimes in front of him as she stared at strange plants or wildlife. More than once she asked a question how much pain a certain creature could take or the quickest way to decapitate one. These questions were usually answered with a grunt or pure silence.

Week 2
The duo had travelled far indeed, today marked the second week since their blood pact. The environment had changed considerably, no longer the large grassland and high trees. This land was barren and burned by the fires of war. They had to ‘defend’ themselves more than once from small pockets of bandits or would be raiders. These events would sharpen the skill of the boy, no longer relying purely on magic, the youth had learned how to use the bow well, even his twin daggers had seen some sort of combat over the days. Their journey had been harsh, there was little food and sleep usually meant two hours of dreaming about torture. Even though the hardships the boy was beginning to shape up, no longer the little boy who studied magic. His skin had a light tan, and his bulk had increased a bit. He now wore a glove over his tainted hand to prevent people from noticing his pact.

It was the late at night when they found a small inn in a fishing town, the youth had to explain again why one could not slaughter them, it took a mere fifteen minutes to convince her. They had gathered some information about a large scout party from the empire. A large scouting party from the armies of the west consisted of about fifty men, the empire usually had three times as much. This particular party was a high target for this duo. It escorted two novice mages and one veteran battle mage, and it was equipped with one hundred and fifty five imperial lancers. They were battle hardened and could form an impressive spear wall, their large shields and good armour would prove a though match. When the young magician informed her of his plan he asked her about her thoughts. She still had the most experience among them both. The young man could clearly see the demon was taking this fight serious, she could not just carve her way through hem. What was even stranger was her body, she was breathing fast and her cheeks were bright red. Her expression was filled with joy. “You truly are enjoying this very much aren’t you?”
 
Over the course of time she had grown to tolerate the boy, seeing him grow into a man making her some how value him more. Walking into the rest area she glanced around all the men, her sword twitching from the amount of souls she could take. She felt her hand starting to change before he stopped her. Informing her that now wouldn't be the best time and more so she would be killed. Shaking her head she let him have his wish, he might have grown since her summon but he was still a coward.

Amy looked over the map only once, her demon powers since their first meeting having grown immensely. She could sense who was a worthy opponent among her and who was a joke. Looking to Blake again she gave him the demons smirk. "You know this task is going to take fouls willing to die," she stated looking down at the blade she was polishing. She could handle hundreds of men at one time if she had to, but she still liked to safe her energy for the leaders. Seeing their souls as more valuable than the men they lead.

Looking to Blake again she gave him a sidewards glance at his statement. "I was breed to do this," she stated simply before moving to get something to eat. Having been a long time since she had went for a fresh killed she looked to him. Informing him with her eyes that she would be back, knowing that Blake had seen her go out to hunt before.

When she returned she looked to him calmly truly satisfied before demanding. "Room now," with that she lead the way to the area, humanly comforts becoming more of a liking to her than before.
 
The young man heard the door opening as he turned around, his eyes wide as he examined her. She looked more and more otherworldly by the minute. Her irises where somehow normal yet different. “Room now” She spoke as the young man stood dumbstruck. With one hand she lifted him of his seat and threw him into the next room. His hands trembled a bit by the sheer force of her throw. The youth felt a jolt rush through his tainted hand and suddenly, for a few seconds at least, he felt intoxicated. “what do you want?” He asked slowly as he got off from the bed and onto his feet. “I thought you..” He tried to say when her hand caught hold of his jacked and threw him back on the bed again, the lower part of the bed even shattering its wooden supports.

When he opened his eyes again she was upon him, her body still clad in human clothing. He tried to push her of him when he realised how warm her skin was. It felt boiling hot, yet it did not burn him. The fabric of her clothing seemed to char off, revealing her perfect skin underneath. Realising his predicament the young man’s mind was fixed on a single thought, she looked breathtakingly perfect. With one of her powerful hands she forced his head sideways as she bit his neck. He felt her teeth grow as they grazed the skin. A small drop of blood flowed down his neck, as she whispered some strange forgotten language in his ears.

Before he even realised his chest had tightened and the skin bright red, his throat was dry and he felt a throbbing sensation between his thighs. She gazed upon his form as she tore of strips of his clothing. The young man felt frightened and aroused at the same time, as she attacked him like a mad beast. When most of his form was exposed, the creature looked shocked, as she was staring directly at his male organ. The young man remembered suddenly of the difference between the two species. Demons where bred for war, powerful and fast. Yet humans had short lifespans and had to develop bigger assets. The young man grinned as youthful arrogance took over. By human standards he was a bit above average, but to her he must have seemed huge.
 
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